You're a Good Person

"Fellow Daoist Xiang Dong, you're awake."

Before Xiang Dong could take stock of the changes in himself, Nuwa's clear, pleasant voice rang out beside him, tinged with delight.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, long time no see." Xiang Dong turned his flower head around and waved his leaves in greeting. "That was one comfortable nap. How long was I asleep? What version has everything been updated to now?"

Xiang Dong wanted to know which Kalpa the Primordial World had reached.

He hoped he hadn't overslept and woken up after the Wu and Demon clans had already finished fighting.

But Nuwa's cultivation realm hadn't improved much, and she still wasn't a Sage, so it seemed not much time had passed. He didn't know whether old Hongjun had become a Sage yet, either.

"Version?"

Nuwa clearly didn't understand what a version update meant, but she still answered Xiang Dong's question.

"It's been dozens of Yuanhui since you returned to Buzhou Mountain and fell asleep."

"I saw that curtain of light during the war of the three clans..."

When the curtain of light appeared, Nuwa had known Xiang Dong was behind it. After all, they had brought the Twelve-Rank World-Cleansing White Lotus back from Penglai Immortal Island together, so she naturally recognized it.

Besides, Nuwa had been there when Xiang Dong obtained the Light and Creation Principle and tried to create a curtain of light.

The evil smile Xiang Dong had worn at the time was still vivid in her memory. She had thought he was up to no good, but to her surprise, he had used the curtain of light to stop the war of the three clans and prevent a catastrophe.

What Nuwa really wanted to know was just what relationship Xiang Dong had with Pangu.

But the topic went no further, because the atmosphere around them suddenly turned strange, becoming oppressive and heavy.

Xiang Dong could feel a pair of eyes on his back. The prickling sensation made him very uncomfortable.

He didn't even need to turn around to know who had arrived.

Who else could it be but Fuxi? The aggrieved party had run from Buzhou Mountain to the East Sea and back again, pushing his Spirit Treasure until it smoked. At last, he had caught Xiang Dong awake and could have a proper "chat" with him.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, hello there."

Xiang Dong also wanted a chat with Fuxi. A radiant smile spread across his flower head as he greeted him with a grin.

"Did you bring your Fuxi Qin? Play an accompaniment for me. It's been a long time since I sang my heart out. Oh, right, I can sing 'Fuxi.'"

Fuxi, Nuwa and Pangu all had songs of their own.

Pangu was one thing, but if he sang "Nuwa" or "Fuxi," would that count as a spoiler or a prophecy?

Xiang Dong began to ponder.

Xiang Dong was deep in thought.

He made a decision.

The corners of Fuxi's mouth kept twitching. In the end, he sighed, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Xiang Dong in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang Dong, my younger sister received your care in the East Sea and gained a fortuitous opportunity, the Three Lights Divine Water, and that Nine-Grade Lotus Throne. I, Fuxi, will remember your kindness in giving her those treasures."

"No need for thanks, it was nothing." Xiang Dong waved a hand. "We're close, aren't we? Your sister is my sister... ahem."

The veins on Fuxi's forehead bulged. If looks could kill, Xiang Dong would have died more than eight hundred times by now.

Unfortunately, looks couldn't kill, and Xiang Dong wasn't that easy to kill either.

The Spirit Plants Nuwa had brought back from Penglai Immortal Island were one thing. They were only a few Spirit Plants, and there were so many Spirit Roots here in the spirit field that any one of them was worth more.

But those were Nuwa's fortuitous opportunity, and it wasn't quite right to measure them against something as commonplace as Spirit Roots. So what about offering a Spirit Treasure in exchange?

Sorry, but Nuwa had also brought back two Nine-Grade Pure World White Lotuses, one for her and one for Fuxi. Though they were only ninth grade, they were still Upper-grade Innate Spirit Treasures. For the brother and sister, whose resources weren't all that impressive yet, they amounted to a fortune.

Unless he offered the Fuxi Qin in exchange and severed this Yinguo. But the Fuxi Qin was his companion Spirit Treasure, and naturally, he couldn't bear to part with it unless he had no other choice.

He, Fuxi, had incurred a Yinguo and accepted Xiang Dong's kindness, so he could hardly turn hostile and disown him. His tone softened accordingly.

But his principles and bottom line wouldn't change.

So after thanking him, Fuxi straightened his back, and his words took a different turn.

"My younger sister is innocent, devotes herself to cultivation and knows little of the world. She dislikes fighting and doesn't wish to become entangled in too many disputes and Yinguo. You, fellow Daoist, act freely and unconventionally, doing whatever you please. You two are not on the same path."

"I thank you, fellow Daoist, for your guidance and gifts of treasure. If you have need of anything in the future, I, Fuxi, will surely repay you and settle this Yinguo. So I hope that in the future, fellow Daoist, you can keep your distance from my younger sister and not associate with her too much."

His words were polite, but his meaning was clear. Fuxi still felt the same way.

Thank you for your help, but please stay away from my sister. A fellow like you absolutely can't be allowed to become close to her. Better yet, don't say a word more to her than necessary. It isn't safe even to get near you.

Xiang Dong was amused. Good grief, had he just been handed a "you're a good person" card, a warning letter, or a lawyer's letter?

"Brother!"

Before Xiang Dong could speak, Nuwa voiced her displeasure.

She stepped forward gracefully, quietly placing herself between Xiang Dong and Fuxi.

"I consider fellow Daoist Xiang Dong a friend. Whom I choose to befriend is my own business, and I hope you won't interfere too much, Brother."

Nuwa's voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually firm, firm enough to send a chill through Fuxi's heart.

He looked at his younger sister standing in front of him, his expression changing again and again: first shock, then a trace of disbelief, and finally hurt.

That little girl who had always followed behind him and relied on him was now standing against him, her own brother, for an outsider.

She had a mind of her own now, and independent thoughts of her own. Even her brother's words could no longer sway her thinking. A grown daughter really couldn't be kept at home!

Fuxi opened his mouth, intending to say more, but when he met Nuwa's resolute gaze, an indescribable ache and helplessness welled up in his heart. In the end, all his words turned into a long sigh.

Forget it.

What else could he do? Tie his sister up and lock her away?

"Who can a wounded heart still love? The feeling of having no one by my side. Your love is gone, and I'm left blank. Love really leaves one so helpless, so helpless..."

Xiang Dong delivered a heartfelt performance at just the right moment, using his song to lay bare the bitterness in Fuxi's heart. It was just that the song wasn't quite suited to the occasion, and neither Fuxi nor Nuwa was very pleased.

"Fellow Daoist, you'd better sing something else. If you really have nothing to do, crack some melon seeds."

"Okay, then can your brother play the Fuxi Qin to accompany me?"

"You really can't stop thinking about my qin, can you?"

This is my companion Spirit Treasure. What's with you always thinking about it?

"Isn't that obvious? If I had one myself, I wouldn't be thinking about someone else's. Come on, come on, let me see what's so extraordinary about the Fuxi Qin."

Fuxi thought it over and didn't refuse. Though Xiang Dong was unreliable, he had some attainments in the Dao of Musical Harmony, so they could be considered fellow practitioners.